Page 51 of Shattered Souls

“We’ve done it once before.” I remind him.

“And it was hard enough then.”

“Do I get a say?” Rayvn cuts in.

Hayze signs no just as I say it to her. She huffs out an annoyed breath before slouching back on the couch and going back to her book. One that she’s covered the front of as to not bring attention to the mute twin, as she calls him.

“Let’s talk after work tomorrow. It’ll give us time to think.” I offer. He nods his head and retreats to his room, leaving me alone with our prisoner. She eyes me over the book, seemingly uninterested in my presence all together.

“Why cover it?” I ask as I plop down on the couch

“Why not mind your own business?” She doesn’t even look at me anymore. But her brows are raised in a quiet swarm of pride, she thinks she’s being tough.

“I’m trying here. You wanted humanity—this is me trying to give that.” She ponders on it for a second, before closing the book and facing me fully.

“Tell me your real name then.”

“That’s what you want?” She sags her shoulders just an inch.

“I don’t want to call you Seek anymore.” I let her words settle, thinking of what it would sound like to hear her say my name.

“Synn.” It’s a confession that comes from deep within. She was never supposed to know things like this about me. She nods once and smiles softly at me.

“Well, Synn,” My heart stutters at the delicate drawl of my name. “I don’t want to make him think something that’s not true.” She quiets her voice, eyes darting towards his room and back to me.

“What? Compassion? Lust?”

“Love.” The word impales itself on the thick armor I’ve spent my whole adult life building. The way that four letter words slips off her tongue is like a prayer I’ve been searching for my whole life. My throat tightens, my cock following suit.

“One of these days, you’ll learn to enjoy this. I mean look at how relaxing this life could be: sitting on the couch, looking pretty, reading a book while your men provide for you.” I catch the way her breathing picks up and the way she clenches her thighs together.

She laughs, trying to hide the way her body reacts. “Look at you—admitting I’m pretty.” She pulls her puffy bottom lip between her teeth, eyelids growing heavy with desire. “Bet you enjoyed that sick little show Hayze put on last night.”

She lays her feet out so they lay across my thighs. I don’t think, I just reach my hand out and rub the smooth soles idly. “I’ve never denied you’re beautiful, Rayvn.”

“You wish you were behind me last night,” One of her feet moves closer to my abs, and in turn, my rock hard cock. She rubs her foot along the length, tongue darting out to wet her lip. “Don’t you?” Each syllable is slurred out of that filthy mouth.

I let my fingers dance up her calf, inching closer to her thigh. “You wish it was me last night. I know you were thinking of me deep inside you when you were looking into my eyes while he fucked you. I know you’re curious what I feel like.” My hand reaches the hem of the little sleep shorts she’s wearing. I curl my finger around the material and find her bare, and soaked.

She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t need to. Her body does all the talking as she scoots down, allowing me a better angle to her swollen clit. I swirl my middle finger in her arousal then circle her clit. She bites her lip, no doubt trying to keep quiet so we don’t get caught.

Little does she know this is what we want. We both want her to be pleased 24/7 and it doesn’t matter by which one—we just want her screaming.

“See,” I plunge my digit inside her, a gasp coming from her. “You’re a filthy little whore for me,” I curl my finger, placing my other hand on the base of her stomach to pin her down. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I stop, eyes pinning her in place.

“Yes, sir.” She wiggles her hips, greedy for my hands. Just as I start to resume working her, Hayze comes out, phone in hand, completely uncaring. But still, she scampers away from me, cheeks hot with embarrassment, and adjusts her shorts.

I chuckle, pat her thigh, and go to the kitchen to make the three of us dinner. I recognized that she wasn’t a fan of our bland diet, so I decided after what she saw last night to give her a good meal.

I make steaks that I baste in garlic and butter as it cooks to a tender medium rare. I pair it with asparagus and, feeling exhausted after all that, a bag of instant mashed potatoes. Hayze moved her to the table, cuffing her non-dominant hand to the leg, where he now sits as well.

“Should’ve taken someone captive years ago.” Hayze teases. “I could use a steak every once in a while.”

“Ha, don’t get used to it. We’re eating cheap instant potatoes tonight because I’m too tired.” I plop a plate down in front of Rayvn, her eyes lighting up with excitement.